Her Eyes Speak

A mischievous, carefree, and fearless girl × a gloomy, aloof boy devoted to pure love

[Wild rose × aloof, loyal puppy|Amid the thunder of two souls resonating, I kissed you thousands upon thousands of times]

“Xu Zihuai, have you ever seen the racetrack at four in the morning?”

Ning Ling stamped on the accelerator, her scarlet race car speeding down the road. “Want to bet? On the last lap tonight, I’ll make sure you hear my heartbeat.”

That year, cicadas shrilled in the summer heat. The free-spirited girl crunched lollipops and broke every school rule, yet always saved a special tenderness just for him.

[The male lead gradually reveals his obsessive nature|A stark contrast between then and now|Trapping a soul and building a cage around it]

On the night her grandmother died in a torrential downpour, she curled up in a corner.

“Breathe.” He stroked the damp strands of hair at the nape of her neck, matching the rhythm of the embrace they had shared half a year earlier on a snowy night. His fingertips tapped the seventh vertebra in her spine. “Follow my heartbeat.”

In the end, all he got in return was one sentence from the girl: “Let me go.”

Later, when they met again in the north of the city, Xu Zihuai pinned the fleeing racer against the hood. “Ning Ling, what are you running from?”

[From campus to the city|Rekindled love|An intense push and pull|Redemption: breaking bones and rebuilding]

She was once a thornbird with broken wings; he was a monarch butterfly trapped in a specimen case.

When her wavering heart came alive again, the girl who once said “freedom is a false proposition” finally heard an engine roar behind her. “Ning Ling, this time, let’s fall together.”